I went walking by the lake today. Patchy sun and stormy clouds. Not a pelican in sight and only a few seagulls. Then I spotted it - a little (black?) duck all on its own. Where were the others? What about its mother? It was so small it wouldn't even have showed up on my little phone camera. And then it disappeared under the water. Oh no! Drowned, gone. Sniff!
It was minutes later that it bobbed up again. I watched this repeated several times. No pelican to remind me of the presence of the Divine. Just a little duck paddling and bobbing up and down. It's the sort of day where I feel a bit like I'm paddling all alone and in danger of sinking and never coming up again. Reckon we all have days like that. But the little duck wasn't swamped or overwhelmed. Just kept on keeping on. And then the sun shone.